alfie lee writing


from the desert of my mouth

from the desert of my mouth
with its masticated hurt and memories
of coral seas now dust

you accrete like rain gently
at first as soft clouds then politely
asking then steady and persistent

so finally violent and unbridled
and sudden lightning striking
every cord and severing sinew.

from the desert of my mouth
with its wild scape and expanse and stutter
of gutteral bramble and bluffs

and hems of hardly hawthorn tattered
for water and lack with life
and spilling light you alight

in transit from the far with nectar
in your ballad of who you are trilling
to the promise of your longed for home.

from the desert of my mouth
carcasses lie in all manner of poses
destined to only almost find

their final sources of discomfort
to serve in vain as an afterthought
and warning and the shame

of being eaten alive that pleasures
bind you where you might turn a blind
i with sensations of every kind.

from the desert of my mouth
with its desperate nights where
you worm your way to ground

to unbed the doubts that dare to part
foolhardy from itself to view only
in increments in magic morning due

and quiet still and even sudden
starts the blast of sun that splits the crags
of crows to scatter your rock heart.


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